I seem to think I think I got a little situation

 

Let me get inside let me tangle with the flames.

 

Push it, make the beats go harder.

 

We gonna party for the motherf-cking right to fight.

 

Get loose get loose.

 

Ian Curtis: [handing Tony Wilson a piece of paper]

Joy Division, you cunt!

To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.

 

I would keep myself. I would find a way.

Charlie Kaufman: To begin... To begin...

How to start? I'm hungry. I should get coffee. Coffee would help me think. Maybe I should write something first, then reward myself with coffee. Coffee and a muffin. Okay, so I need to establish the themes. Maybe a banana-nut. That's a good muffin.

Coquettes bitch slap you so polite.

 

Fire in the disco.

 

Please destroy me this way.

 

She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue.